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Benjy punched someone out. Ha, that is so great. I'm sure the little prick deserved it.
Haha, good thing I talked to Meda the other night. Dolohov's back. I won't hear a peep from her until he fucks up and she needs me for a moment. Once he apologizes, back into the closet I go. Haha... fuck.
1. WHAT IS YOUR FULL NAME?
Theodore Michael Tonks.
2. WHAT COLOUR PANTS ARE YOU WEARING?
Black.
3. WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO RIGHT NOW?
Voltaire- 'The Night'
4. ARE YOUR LEGS CROSSED?
No.
5. WHAT WAS THE LAST THING YOU ATE?
A chocolate frog.
6. IF YOU WERE A CRAYON, WHAT COLOUR WOULD YOU BE?
Plum.
7. HOW IS THE WEATHER RIGHT NOW?
It's bitter cold.
8. LAST PERSON YOU TALKED TO ON THE PHONE?
I don't remember, probably Brittany.
9. FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT THE OPPOSITE SEX?
Skin and lips.
10. LOOKS, HUMOUR OR INTELLIGENCE?
All are important. I'm painfully picky, although I probably don't have the right to be so selective.
11. HOW ARE YOU TODAY?
Not well.
12. FAVOURITE DRINK?
Not sure, maybe black chai.
13. FAVOURITE ALCOHOLIC DRINK?
Jagermeister. Firewhiskey is not bad at all, however.
14. FAVOURITE SPORT?
Quidditch now.
15. HAIR COLOUR?
Pale brown, charmed black.
16. EYE COLOUR?
Brown.
17. DO YOU WEAR CONTACTS?
No.
18. SIBLINGS?
None.
19. FAVOURITE MONTH?
November.
20. FAVOURITE FOOD?
Some sort of seafood possibly.
21. LAST MOVIE YOU WATCHED?
I don't remember.
22. FAVOURITE DAY OF THE YEAR?
Not sure.
23. SATURDAY OR SUNDAY?
Saturday.
24. ARE YOU TOO SHY TO ASK SOMEONE OUT?
At first, yes.
25. DO YOU LIKE MARMITE?
Can't say I do.
26. SUMMER OR WINTER?
Winter.
27. HUGS OR KISSES?
Kisses.
28. CHOCOLATE OR VANILLA?
Vanilla.
29. DO YOU WANT YOUR FRIENDS TO WRITE BACK?
If they feel like it.
30. WHO'S THE MOST LIKELY TO RESPOND?
Not sure.
31. WHO IS LEAST LIKELY TO RESPOND?
Not sure, either.
32. ARRANGEMENTS?
Eh?
33. WHAT BOOKS ARE YOU READING?
At the moment, a book called Gerald's Game by Stephen King.
34. WHAT DID YOU DO LAST NIGHT?
Nothing at all, unfortunately.
35. DID YOU WAKE UP BEFORE YOUR ALARM WENT OFF THIS MORNING?
No.
36. DO YOU MISS BIG BROTHER YET?
What??
37. FAVOURITE SMELLS?
Burning leaves, patchouli oil, cloves.
38. WHAT INSPIRES YOU?
Inspires me to do what, exactly?
39. BUTTERED, PLAIN, OR SALTED POPCORN?
Salted.
40. FAVOURITE CRISPS?
Not sure.
41. FAVOURITE CAR?
I've never thought on it, really.
42. FAVOURITE FLOWER?
Rose.
43. HOW MANY KEYS ON YOUR KEY RING?
Three.
44. CAN YOU JUGGLE? Why would I want to?
Ted:....hey.
Meda: Hi...
Meda.: how are you?
Ted: Eh, pretty decent, I guess. Yourself?
Meda: I'm okay... been better, but I'm healing.
Ted: I'm glad. I was worried I wouldn't hear from you at all, y'know, when you felt better...
Meda: I like talking to you. I wouldn't want to cut you off from me.
Ted: I hoped so. I just have to worry, it's what I do.
Meda: You don't have to...
Ted: Good. How is Monster? I haven't seen him around.
Meda: He's great. He's gotten so big. I've put a picture up on my journal.
Ted: Yeah, I saw it. I was just shocked to see how big he's gotten since I last saw him in person. That means it's been a while.
Meda: I don't know why he hasn't ventured to the common room. He was sick a little while ago so that could be it. Kittens grow fast anyway.
Ted: True, true. I've been shut up in my dorm quite a bit or at the library. There's not too many people I actually like who hang out in the common room regularly.
Meda: Right, I know what you mean. I don't have very many friends at all and pretty much, the only one in my dorm that I get along with is Charlotte so... you know.
Ted: Yeah. Charlotte looks angry and I think I saw her hex a 7th year Ravenclaw guy. It's very out of character for her. What's wrong with her?
Meda: Oh, umm.... I think Fletcher may have done something. It's Bellatrix's influence, I'm sure. She wouldn't normally act that way.
Ted: Probably. I feel bad for Dorcas, she's been plagued by your sister recently. I'm sure I'm on her hit list now though...
Meda: I feel bad for her as well but Bellatrix isn't any of my concern anymore.
Ted: Oh, yeah... She's just become my concern, I have a feeling. Oh well, Dorcas and I are getting body armor.
Meda: You should. Bellatrix is ridiculous. She doesn't care for anyone except herself.
Ted: Well, I'm sure your boyfriend is probably out for my throat as well as her so my death will be a joint effort. ;)]
Meda: Why would he be out for your throat?
Meda: I mean, besides past things...
Ted: I don't know. I'm fearful for you because of rumors and things. That and I'm the reason he was in Mungo's in the first place.
Meda: What rumours have you heard?
Ted: That apperantly you left Dolohov for me. I heard a redhead Slytherin boy telling his friend that.
Meda: Really? Oh... erm, I don't know. He doesn't think that. I told him that we spoke in the common room and that was it.
Ted: That's good. Well, he also thought that I just happened to be in the Astronomy Tower when you were helping Charlotte find her cat and he seemed to think that was reason enough to cast the Crucitus Curse on me so.... you never know.
Meda: I know... that won't happen again. I'm going to make sure. I just want to have that conversation with him in person. It will mean more to him. I'm sorry about that.
Ted: It's not your fault, it's his. And he's paying for it. He's not paying NEARLY enough for it but... still.
Meda: Ted, I don't know what you'd have me do.
Ted: I'm not telling you I want you to do anything, I just... I'm bitter is all. I'm sorry.
Meda: You have a right to be bitter. Don't be sorry.
Ted: You're right. I just hate when it seems like I'm bitter with you...
Meda: I've gotten a bit used to it.
Ted: So I make it seem like I'm bitter with you often then....?
Meda: No, not often. I didn't mean it like that.
Ted: Ah, I guess there are some people who are a bit mad with you becuase of the whole curse and such, there's not much use denying it.
Meda: I'm pretty sure there are a lot of people who are either mad at me, don't trust me or don't like me anymore but if that's the way they want to feel then I have to deal with it.]
Ted: I know. I just have to hear it, every time I say something positive to certain friends of mine about you... they just tell me to give up and bring up that you left me there that night... It makes me feel guilty and I don't know why. I don't want things involving me to cause people to not like you.
Meda: ....Ted, I'm so sorry.
Meda: I'm so sorry that I did that to you, I can't even believe it.
Meda: I'm selfish and I know it and I wish that I wasn't but I can't promise that anything will change and I don't even know why you like me... I'm not worth you.
Ted: ...don't say that. I hear that too often also. I know I care for you, and my opinion is all that matters to me.
Meda: Ted, I doubt this will help, but I want you to know. I wish that I could care for you like you care for me. I wish that I could let myself love you and I wish that things could be different but they can't. I wish.... I don't regret a lot of things but there are some things that I half regret because if I wasn't pregnant right now, things would be a lot different and I know that you know that.... I'm rambling.
Ted: ...actions speak louder than words... and the fact that you kiss me back when I kiss you has proven all of that to me. Just because you're pregnant, doesn't mean your life is permanently as it is now.
Meda: Maybe not permanently... but for now, it can't change. I wish I didn't have to say that.
Meda: Tony really does treat me good... he does, even if he makes stupid decisions and comes to conclusions too quickly. I'm not miserable. He does his best to take care of me and.... I doubt this is helping either.
Ted: You're right, I know he cares... I just.... can't help thinking that I could treat you better in the long run. can't help but wonder what it could have been like if I had met you first... I should just give up. Things never turn out right, I'm always not good enough or too late or... it's always something.
Meda: Ted... I don't know what the right thing to say is. I hate the thought that you want to give up on me because I'm selfish but I also hate the thought of you being miserable all the time. I hate it so much... I want you to be happy.... I don't know what I can do though.
Ted: You're not selfish, you're just confused. I would be too in your situation, well, maybe not but I understand to a point. As I said, I'm always too late or a sickle short. Maybe I like being unhappy, I seem to put myself in situations that do that to me often...
Meda: Noone likes being unhappy, don't kid yourself.
Ted: Masochist. That's what Benjy calls me. A person who enjoys being put through pain.
Meda: I know what it means... I don't think that's what you are. You don't enjoy it, I just think you come across it a lot. I wish you didn't have to.
Ted: I know you do... I just can't understand why I end up in these situations so often... it's not like I try...
Meda: Proof that you aren't a masochist. I think it's my fault... I put you through it and don't try to convince me otherwise. If I wasn't around, you'd probably be happy.
Ted: If you weren't around I would be okay. There's a difference. At least there's passion involved with being unhappy.
Meda: I suppose.... still, I hate thinking that I make you not okay.
Ted: You also have it in you to make me happy beyond words. It equals itself out.
Meda: I guess....
Ted: Please don't let me make you unhappy, however.
Meda: You don't make me unhappy.
Ted: Good. I'm glad. Very glad, actually.
Meda: I'm glad you're glad.
Ted: Well, then let's cease this silly talk of feelings if we've established we're both glad. ;)
Meda: Okay, that sounds like a plan.
Meda: I'm sorry Ted, I need to get some sleep.
Ted: Alright. Sleep well.
Meda: You too, I'll talk to you later.
So... Does anyone have any more alcohol they feel like selling?
Haha, good thing I talked to Meda the other night. Dolohov's back. I won't hear a peep from her until he fucks up and she needs me for a moment. Once he apologizes, back into the closet I go. Haha... fuck.
1. WHAT IS YOUR FULL NAME?
Theodore Michael Tonks.
2. WHAT COLOUR PANTS ARE YOU WEARING?
Black.
3. WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO RIGHT NOW?
Voltaire- 'The Night'
4. ARE YOUR LEGS CROSSED?
No.
5. WHAT WAS THE LAST THING YOU ATE?
A chocolate frog.
6. IF YOU WERE A CRAYON, WHAT COLOUR WOULD YOU BE?
Plum.
7. HOW IS THE WEATHER RIGHT NOW?
It's bitter cold.
8. LAST PERSON YOU TALKED TO ON THE PHONE?
I don't remember, probably Brittany.
9. FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT THE OPPOSITE SEX?
Skin and lips.
10. LOOKS, HUMOUR OR INTELLIGENCE?
All are important. I'm painfully picky, although I probably don't have the right to be so selective.
11. HOW ARE YOU TODAY?
Not well.
12. FAVOURITE DRINK?
Not sure, maybe black chai.
13. FAVOURITE ALCOHOLIC DRINK?
Jagermeister. Firewhiskey is not bad at all, however.
14. FAVOURITE SPORT?
Quidditch now.
15. HAIR COLOUR?
Pale brown, charmed black.
16. EYE COLOUR?
Brown.
17. DO YOU WEAR CONTACTS?
No.
18. SIBLINGS?
None.
19. FAVOURITE MONTH?
November.
20. FAVOURITE FOOD?
Some sort of seafood possibly.
21. LAST MOVIE YOU WATCHED?
I don't remember.
22. FAVOURITE DAY OF THE YEAR?
Not sure.
23. SATURDAY OR SUNDAY?
Saturday.
24. ARE YOU TOO SHY TO ASK SOMEONE OUT?
At first, yes.
25. DO YOU LIKE MARMITE?
Can't say I do.
26. SUMMER OR WINTER?
Winter.
27. HUGS OR KISSES?
Kisses.
28. CHOCOLATE OR VANILLA?
Vanilla.
29. DO YOU WANT YOUR FRIENDS TO WRITE BACK?
If they feel like it.
30. WHO'S THE MOST LIKELY TO RESPOND?
Not sure.
31. WHO IS LEAST LIKELY TO RESPOND?
Not sure, either.
32. ARRANGEMENTS?
Eh?
33. WHAT BOOKS ARE YOU READING?
At the moment, a book called Gerald's Game by Stephen King.
34. WHAT DID YOU DO LAST NIGHT?
Nothing at all, unfortunately.
35. DID YOU WAKE UP BEFORE YOUR ALARM WENT OFF THIS MORNING?
No.
36. DO YOU MISS BIG BROTHER YET?
What??
37. FAVOURITE SMELLS?
Burning leaves, patchouli oil, cloves.
38. WHAT INSPIRES YOU?
Inspires me to do what, exactly?
39. BUTTERED, PLAIN, OR SALTED POPCORN?
Salted.
40. FAVOURITE CRISPS?
Not sure.
41. FAVOURITE CAR?
I've never thought on it, really.
42. FAVOURITE FLOWER?
Rose.
43. HOW MANY KEYS ON YOUR KEY RING?
Three.
44. CAN YOU JUGGLE? Why would I want to?
Ted:....hey.
Meda: Hi...
Meda.: how are you?
Ted: Eh, pretty decent, I guess. Yourself?
Meda: I'm okay... been better, but I'm healing.
Ted: I'm glad. I was worried I wouldn't hear from you at all, y'know, when you felt better...
Meda: I like talking to you. I wouldn't want to cut you off from me.
Ted: I hoped so. I just have to worry, it's what I do.
Meda: You don't have to...
Ted: Good. How is Monster? I haven't seen him around.
Meda: He's great. He's gotten so big. I've put a picture up on my journal.
Ted: Yeah, I saw it. I was just shocked to see how big he's gotten since I last saw him in person. That means it's been a while.
Meda: I don't know why he hasn't ventured to the common room. He was sick a little while ago so that could be it. Kittens grow fast anyway.
Ted: True, true. I've been shut up in my dorm quite a bit or at the library. There's not too many people I actually like who hang out in the common room regularly.
Meda: Right, I know what you mean. I don't have very many friends at all and pretty much, the only one in my dorm that I get along with is Charlotte so... you know.
Ted: Yeah. Charlotte looks angry and I think I saw her hex a 7th year Ravenclaw guy. It's very out of character for her. What's wrong with her?
Meda: Oh, umm.... I think Fletcher may have done something. It's Bellatrix's influence, I'm sure. She wouldn't normally act that way.
Ted: Probably. I feel bad for Dorcas, she's been plagued by your sister recently. I'm sure I'm on her hit list now though...
Meda: I feel bad for her as well but Bellatrix isn't any of my concern anymore.
Ted: Oh, yeah... She's just become my concern, I have a feeling. Oh well, Dorcas and I are getting body armor.
Meda: You should. Bellatrix is ridiculous. She doesn't care for anyone except herself.
Ted: Well, I'm sure your boyfriend is probably out for my throat as well as her so my death will be a joint effort. ;)]
Meda: Why would he be out for your throat?
Meda: I mean, besides past things...
Ted: I don't know. I'm fearful for you because of rumors and things. That and I'm the reason he was in Mungo's in the first place.
Meda: What rumours have you heard?
Ted: That apperantly you left Dolohov for me. I heard a redhead Slytherin boy telling his friend that.
Meda: Really? Oh... erm, I don't know. He doesn't think that. I told him that we spoke in the common room and that was it.
Ted: That's good. Well, he also thought that I just happened to be in the Astronomy Tower when you were helping Charlotte find her cat and he seemed to think that was reason enough to cast the Crucitus Curse on me so.... you never know.
Meda: I know... that won't happen again. I'm going to make sure. I just want to have that conversation with him in person. It will mean more to him. I'm sorry about that.
Ted: It's not your fault, it's his. And he's paying for it. He's not paying NEARLY enough for it but... still.
Meda: Ted, I don't know what you'd have me do.
Ted: I'm not telling you I want you to do anything, I just... I'm bitter is all. I'm sorry.
Meda: You have a right to be bitter. Don't be sorry.
Ted: You're right. I just hate when it seems like I'm bitter with you...
Meda: I've gotten a bit used to it.
Ted: So I make it seem like I'm bitter with you often then....?
Meda: No, not often. I didn't mean it like that.
Ted: Ah, I guess there are some people who are a bit mad with you becuase of the whole curse and such, there's not much use denying it.
Meda: I'm pretty sure there are a lot of people who are either mad at me, don't trust me or don't like me anymore but if that's the way they want to feel then I have to deal with it.]
Ted: I know. I just have to hear it, every time I say something positive to certain friends of mine about you... they just tell me to give up and bring up that you left me there that night... It makes me feel guilty and I don't know why. I don't want things involving me to cause people to not like you.
Meda: ....Ted, I'm so sorry.
Meda: I'm so sorry that I did that to you, I can't even believe it.
Meda: I'm selfish and I know it and I wish that I wasn't but I can't promise that anything will change and I don't even know why you like me... I'm not worth you.
Ted: ...don't say that. I hear that too often also. I know I care for you, and my opinion is all that matters to me.
Meda: Ted, I doubt this will help, but I want you to know. I wish that I could care for you like you care for me. I wish that I could let myself love you and I wish that things could be different but they can't. I wish.... I don't regret a lot of things but there are some things that I half regret because if I wasn't pregnant right now, things would be a lot different and I know that you know that.... I'm rambling.
Ted: ...actions speak louder than words... and the fact that you kiss me back when I kiss you has proven all of that to me. Just because you're pregnant, doesn't mean your life is permanently as it is now.
Meda: Maybe not permanently... but for now, it can't change. I wish I didn't have to say that.
Meda: Tony really does treat me good... he does, even if he makes stupid decisions and comes to conclusions too quickly. I'm not miserable. He does his best to take care of me and.... I doubt this is helping either.
Ted: You're right, I know he cares... I just.... can't help thinking that I could treat you better in the long run. can't help but wonder what it could have been like if I had met you first... I should just give up. Things never turn out right, I'm always not good enough or too late or... it's always something.
Meda: Ted... I don't know what the right thing to say is. I hate the thought that you want to give up on me because I'm selfish but I also hate the thought of you being miserable all the time. I hate it so much... I want you to be happy.... I don't know what I can do though.
Ted: You're not selfish, you're just confused. I would be too in your situation, well, maybe not but I understand to a point. As I said, I'm always too late or a sickle short. Maybe I like being unhappy, I seem to put myself in situations that do that to me often...
Meda: Noone likes being unhappy, don't kid yourself.
Ted: Masochist. That's what Benjy calls me. A person who enjoys being put through pain.
Meda: I know what it means... I don't think that's what you are. You don't enjoy it, I just think you come across it a lot. I wish you didn't have to.
Ted: I know you do... I just can't understand why I end up in these situations so often... it's not like I try...
Meda: Proof that you aren't a masochist. I think it's my fault... I put you through it and don't try to convince me otherwise. If I wasn't around, you'd probably be happy.
Ted: If you weren't around I would be okay. There's a difference. At least there's passion involved with being unhappy.
Meda: I suppose.... still, I hate thinking that I make you not okay.
Ted: You also have it in you to make me happy beyond words. It equals itself out.
Meda: I guess....
Ted: Please don't let me make you unhappy, however.
Meda: You don't make me unhappy.
Ted: Good. I'm glad. Very glad, actually.
Meda: I'm glad you're glad.
Ted: Well, then let's cease this silly talk of feelings if we've established we're both glad. ;)
Meda: Okay, that sounds like a plan.
Meda: I'm sorry Ted, I need to get some sleep.
Ted: Alright. Sleep well.
Meda: You too, I'll talk to you later.
So... Does anyone have any more alcohol they feel like selling?